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- g6 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iii
sent me word to stay within. I like his money well.
O, here he comes. 60
£:n/er Ford
Ford. Bless you, sir !
Falstaff. Now, Master Brook, you come to know
what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ?
Ford. That, indeed. Sir John, is my business.
Falstaff. Master Brook, I will not lie to you ; I
was at her house the hour she appointed me.
Ford. And sped you, sir ?
Falstaff. Very ill-favouredly. Master Brook.
Ford. How so, sir ? Did she change her deter-
mination ?
Falstaff. No, Master Brook, but the peaking Cor-
nuto her husband, Master Brook, dwelling in a con-
tinual larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant
of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed,
protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our
comedy ; and at his heels a rabble of his companions,
thither provoked and instigated by his distemper,
and, forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.
Ford. What, while you were there ?
Falstaff. While I was there.
Ford. And did he search for you, and could not
find you ?
Falstaff. You shall hear. As good luck would
have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelli-
gence ofFord's approach ; and, in her invention and
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